Luyện nghe bài hát And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants
Their mouths fill with questions, they are by God's tokens

to walk the painted...the painted path

Walking the painted path our plague fields

Ware to the painted path
the plague fields

Kings of this carousel, upon white horses
With Goya's claws and wings
Down golden locks to red
Crowned children screaming from shrouds
To eye movement, heart-strings undone
...Our beautiful filth dances... and flowers

Why our wall to fall...only human

of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dappled
Flowering cold tombs
crumbling walls... I feel
Our is laid bare

...And plague
A masterpiece of
The of what we are...